Chapter 93: Chapter93-Yellow-Robed God
The very instant John killed the Void Wraith Mage, the sound of a world announcement rang beside the ears of every online player.
[World Announcement: Congratulations to "Outlander," player of Starter Village No. 616, for achieving the first kill of the S-Rank BOSS Lv.200 Void Wraith Mage. Reward: World Reputation +100,000. Title obtained: "Spiritslayer"!]
[World Announcement: Congratulations to "Outlander," player of Starter Village No. 616, for achieving the first kill of the S-Rank BOSS Lv.200 Void Wraith Mage...]
[World Announcement...]
Three times in a row.
The public channel completely erupted.
"Did I hear that right? An S-Rank BOSS? A Lv.200 S-Rank BOSS??"
"Outlander? That Outlander again? He just took control of a dungeon last week, and this week he slaughtered an S-Rank undead??"
"This person must have mastered some kind of forbidden art. At this stage, how could anyone possibly solo a Lv.200 S-Rank existence?"
"Forbidden art? Do you think the system is just decoration? If he had really used prohibited methods, his qualifications would’ve been stripped long ago. This is clearly overwhelming strength."
"Even so, dungeons and bosses are ultimately different. There are still tricks that can be used in dungeons, but a BOSS is a real hard battle... A Lv.200 S-Rank undead, even in a severely injured state, could crush dozens of Lv.50 players with a casual strike."
"I just checked the level ranking. Outlander is only Lv.56. A Lv.56 player crossing 144 levels to slaughter an S-Rank BOSS... this can no longer be described with mere talent."
"Everyone, I’ve decided to set off for Starter Village No. 616 immediately. If I can find even a trace of this person, it’ll be worth it just to admire him from afar."
"I’m going too!"
"Count me in!"
Messages in the public channel rolled like a waterfall, and the wave of discussion surged across the entire player base.
No matter what they said, everyone’s understanding had become unprecedentedly unified.
Everyone had realized one thing.
The gap between them and Outlander had already become so vast that no method could possibly be used to chase after him.
...
At the same time, emergency summons lit up almost simultaneously in the headquarters of all the top guilds.
Darkmoon Guild, Holy Sword Guild, Sun-Chaser Guild...
Every large guild that held a place on the rankings urgently summoned all their core higher-ups offline.
No matter which guild’s high-level meeting it was, the topic was the same without exception.
They had to establish contact with "Outlander."
Even if they could not make him join their guild, they absolutely had to maintain a friendly relationship with him.
At the same time, if any subordinate offended Outlander first, they had to be expelled from the guild immediately!
Outlander must never become their enemy!
After all, someone who could independently control a dungeon could still be explained as lucky.
Some special dungeons did not require much combat power at all and could be obtained almost for free.
But someone who could cross 144 levels and slay an S-Rank BOSS could no longer be dismissed with the same excuse.
If an existence like this were recruited by an opposing force first, it would undoubtedly be a devastating impact on the guild landscape of the entire continent.
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Starter Village No. 616.
Nix stared at his experience bar, which had not moved at all, his face deathly pale.
This barren wilderness had once been his starting point when he first entered the game. Back then, he had been full of ambition, believing his path ahead would be smooth.
But now, standing on the same land, there was only a violent resentment in his chest with nowhere to vent.
"Outlander..."
Nix slammed his fist into the withered tree beside him, shaking the branches until dry leaves scattered down.
"Why... why should I lower my head to him?!"
He panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot. Unwillingness, anger, and humiliation intertwined together, gnawing at the last bit of reason he still had.
But at that moment—
From deep within the layers of distant mountains, an incomparably dazzling golden divine light suddenly burst forth.
That light pierced through the clouds, pierced through the mountain peaks, pierced through every visible and invisible barrier in the world, and shone straight into the depths of Nix’s eyes.
Wherever the light covered, the wind froze, the air congealed, and everything within a radius of a hundred yards seemed to be forcefully pressed into still time and space by some mighty power.
Nix’s entire body stiffened.
He discovered that his body could no longer move at all.
The flow of his blood, the rise and fall of his chest, even the slightest tremble of his fingertips were all firmly imprisoned by a strange and vast power.
Even moving his eyes had become an extravagant hope.
He could only stand stiffly in place and watch as that golden divine light swept over from the depths of the mountains, coating the barren wilderness inch by inch in a sacred radiance.
Light and shadow shifted among the mountain ridges, and a hazy golden divine phantom slowly condensed into shape.
It had no clear facial features, only a blurred humanoid outline. Around its body were divine Law patterns so complex that they made one dizzy.
The instant each light pattern appeared, majestic pressure swept outward in all directions, enough to shatter the Spirit of an ordinary mortal on the spot.
"Mortal..."
It spoke.
Its voice seemed to come from the end of an infinitely distant void, carrying overlapping echoes.
"I am the Yellow-Robed God, master of cross-realm escape, able to break through all barriers in the world."
Nix’s pupils suddenly contracted.
Yellow-Robed God...
A deity?!
It continued, "This descent is to select a mortal and appoint him as my worldly dependent. I see unwillingness in your heart, resentment in your chest, and pride buried in your bones. You match my criteria."
"Are you willing to accept the appointment?"
Ecstasy surged wildly in Nix’s heart.
He had been trapped in this damn low-level area of Starter Village for far too long.
His level could not advance, equipment was impossible to obtain, and he could only watch helplessly as players outside threw him farther and farther behind.
The gift before his eyes was like rain from heaven, enough to break him free from all shackles.
He wanted to open his mouth and agree, but his body was firmly imprisoned, and he could not even utter a single syllable.
The Yellow-Robed God seemed to have already seen through his thoughts. The blurred phantom trembled slightly and let out a low laugh.
"There is no need to speak. I already know your thoughts."
A golden divine pattern emerged from the void and sank into Nix’s forehead like a swimming serpent.
The contractual bond was completed in an instant.
The voice of the Yellow-Robed God slowly echoed inside his mind.
I will help you break through the shackles of your level and escape the restraint of the Starter Village plane, allowing your combat power to grow at the fastest speed.
In return, you must gather every key secret and piece of intelligence on the Crossbridge Continent for me in the future.
No matter what force or existence it involves, you must conceal nothing from me.
Nix agreed frantically in his heart.
Immediately afterward, he threw out the obsession that had been buried in his heart for so long.
He wanted to personally finish Outlander and make that bastard who had humiliated him pay the price.
The Yellow-Robed God’s response was casual, as if he were describing some trivial matter not worth mentioning.
"A mere player of the mortal world. Killing him will be as simple as crushing an ant. Once your strength has grown, you may take his life with your own hands."
The resentment that had been suppressed inside Nix’s chest for several days finally poured out completely at this moment.
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At the same time, in reality.
The outskirts of Londan City.
Isol logged out of the game. After changing into casual clothes, he hurriedly left his residence.
Half an hour later, he appeared before an old church with mottled blue bricks on the outskirts of Londan City.
